Momo had imagined her first "official" date after reporting Yozora to the police might be a bit...Tense.
She hadn't imagined a seven-year-old tagging along, slurping her soda as if she was auditioning for a thriller movie sound effect.
"Asahi," Momo said with a smile as she stabbed her fries with unnecessary force, "don't you have… a bedtime?"
"Nope," Asahi chirped, swinging her legs under the diner booth. "Big Brother said I could come."
Yozora sat beside them, perfectly calm, his eyes like glass. "Mother and Father are out tonight. I don't trust Jin and Jikan to babysit. They'd probably try to sell her organs on the dark web again."
He said it flatly, like he was announcing the weather.
Momo choked on her fries.
Again?!
"Besides," Yozora added, looking at Asahi with something that was almost fond, "she's safer with me."
Momo wasn't so sure.
Asahi squinted at her like a kitten spotting competition for attention. She leaned in, whispering loudly enough for Yozora to hear, "Why are you even dating my brother? He's mine."
Momo froze. "…Excuse me?"
Asahi smiled sweetly, a little too sweetly. Then, when Yozora looked away to signal the waiter, the little gremlin made her move.
She grabbed something from her kid's meal, peanut crumbs.
And with the smooth, practiced stealth of someone who'd been raised by literal psychopaths, she slipped them down Momo's shirt.
Momo yelped, nearly flipping the entire table. "WHAT?!"
Yozora turned back slowly, one eyebrow raised.
"Momo." His voice was calm, but hesitant, "You're…... twitching."
"B-b-because—!" Momo stammered, clawing at her shirt like she was going into full-blown anaphylaxis. "Because your sister is a DEMON!"
Asahi batted her eyelashes. "You're allergic? Oops. Sorry"
Not sorry. Not even close.